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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Buckinghams 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.