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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Can,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.