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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.