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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cymande 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.