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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.