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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.