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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Skriet,
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.