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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.