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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
MC5,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.