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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
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.