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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Faust,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.