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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.