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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.