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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.