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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.