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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
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.