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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Q65,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.