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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.