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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
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.