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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.