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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.