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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.