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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.