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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Nico,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
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.