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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.