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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.