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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.