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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.