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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.