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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Motions,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.