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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.