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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.