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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.