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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Television,
ABC,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Can,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
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.