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 Maldives and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.