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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
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