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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.