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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.