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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
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.