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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.