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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.
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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.