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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Index,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.