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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.