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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.