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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
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.