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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.