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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.