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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
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.