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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
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.