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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.