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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.