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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.