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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.