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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.