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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.