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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.