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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.