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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
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.