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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.