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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.