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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.