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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.