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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
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.