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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.