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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.