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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.