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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Can,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.