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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.