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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
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.