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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.