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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.