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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.