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 Malaysia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
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.