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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.