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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
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.