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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.