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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
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.