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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
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.