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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Crime,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Japan,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.