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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.