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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Jandek,
The Associates,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.