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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.