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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.