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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pylon 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.