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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.