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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.