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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.