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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
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.