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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.