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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Zapp,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
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.