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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.