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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.