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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
DNA,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.