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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.