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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.