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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
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.