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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.