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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.