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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.