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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
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.