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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.