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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
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.