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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.