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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.