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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Interpol 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.