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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.