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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.