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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.