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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.