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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.