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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.