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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.