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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Infiniti,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.