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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.