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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.