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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Little Man,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
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.