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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Index,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.