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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.