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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.