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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Audionom,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.