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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.