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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.