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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
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.