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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.