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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
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.