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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.