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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.