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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
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.