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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.