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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
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.