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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.