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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Unwound,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.