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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.