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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.