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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.