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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.