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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.