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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.