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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Television,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.