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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.