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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.