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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 rhodes 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.