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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.