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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.