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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
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.