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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.