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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Nas,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Fall,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.