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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.