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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.