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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.