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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.