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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.