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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.