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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.