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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
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.