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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.