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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.