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 Australia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.