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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.