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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Invisible,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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.