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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.