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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.