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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
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.