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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.