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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.