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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
JFA,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.