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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.