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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.