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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.