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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 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?
Neu!,
Japan,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.