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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Index,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.