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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.