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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.