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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.