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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.