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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.