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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.