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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.