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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.