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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.