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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Japan,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.