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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.