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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.