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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.