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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.