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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.