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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.