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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.