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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Smog,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.