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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 electroclash 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.