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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
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.