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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.