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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.