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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Move,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.