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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.