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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.