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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Names,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.