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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.