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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.