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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Nas,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.