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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.