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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.