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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.