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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.