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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.