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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
MDC,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.