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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.