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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.