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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Mars,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.