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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.