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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.