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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.