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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.