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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.