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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.