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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.