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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
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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.