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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
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.