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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.