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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
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.