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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
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.