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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.