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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.