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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.