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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.