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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.