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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.