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 Angola and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.