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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.