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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.