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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.