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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
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.