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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Names,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.