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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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?
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.