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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.