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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The Stooges,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
New Order,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.