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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Swans,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.