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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.