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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.