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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.