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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.