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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.