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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.