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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.