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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.