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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.