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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Slave,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.