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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.