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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.