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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Index,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.