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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.