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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.