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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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.