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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.