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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.