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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.