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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.