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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.