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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.