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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
JFA,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
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.