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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.