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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.