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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Index,
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.