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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.