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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Brick,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.