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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Liliput,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.