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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
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.