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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.