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 France and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
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.