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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.