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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s 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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Television,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.