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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Franke,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.