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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.