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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.