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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.