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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.