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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.