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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.