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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
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.