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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
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.