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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.