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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.