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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
10cc,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.