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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
the Slits,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.