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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Franke,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.