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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.