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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.