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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
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.