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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.