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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Index,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.