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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.