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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.