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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
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.