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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.