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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.