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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.