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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.