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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.