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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.