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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.