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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Cameo,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.