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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Whodini,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Swans,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.