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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
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.