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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.