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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.