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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.