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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.