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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.