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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.