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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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?
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
CMW,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
X-102,
Pylon,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.