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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.