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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.