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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.