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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.