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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.