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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
the Association,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.