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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Television,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.