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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.