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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
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.