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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.