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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.