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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.