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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.