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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.