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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.