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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
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.