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 Estonia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Fear,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.