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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.