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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.