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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.