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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.