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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
PIL,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.