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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Crime,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.