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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.