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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.