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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.