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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
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.