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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.