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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.