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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.