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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.