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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
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.