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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
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.