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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.