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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
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.