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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
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.