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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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.