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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Slits,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.