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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.