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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.