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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.