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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.