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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.