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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
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.