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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.