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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.