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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.