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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.