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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.