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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.