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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.