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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
June Days,
Cluster,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.