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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.