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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Technova to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.