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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Human League 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.