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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.