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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.