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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.