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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.