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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
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.