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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
X-102,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.