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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
New Order,
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.