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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
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.