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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.