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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Smog,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
CMW,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.