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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.