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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.