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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.