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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.