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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.