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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.