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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Q65,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.