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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.