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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
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.