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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Names,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.