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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.