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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.