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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.