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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.