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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.