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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
UT,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.