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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.