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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
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.