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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.