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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.