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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.