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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
UT,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.