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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.