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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.