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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.