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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.