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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.