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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.