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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Names,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.