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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.