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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Smog,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.