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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.