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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.