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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.