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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Television,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.