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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
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.