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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Moebius,
MDC,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.