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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.