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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.