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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.