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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.