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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.