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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.