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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
New Order,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.