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 United States and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.