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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.