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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.