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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.