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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.