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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.