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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.