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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.