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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.