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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
a-ha,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.