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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.