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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.