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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
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.