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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.