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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Television,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.