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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.