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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.