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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.