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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.