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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.