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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.