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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Whodini,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
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.