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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.