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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.