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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.