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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.