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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.