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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.