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 Angola 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.