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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.