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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.