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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Organ,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.