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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Scion,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
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.