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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.