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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.