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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Can,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.