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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.