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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Visage,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.