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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.