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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.