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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Happenings 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
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.