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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Smog,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.