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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.