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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.