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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.