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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Japan to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.