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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.