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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.