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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.