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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.