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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.