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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.