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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.