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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
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.