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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Monks,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.