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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.