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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.