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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
CMW,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.