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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.