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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Can,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
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.