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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
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.