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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
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.