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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.