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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.