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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.