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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.