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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.