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 Malawi 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.