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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.