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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.