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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.