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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
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.