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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
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.