Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.