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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Remains to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.