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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.