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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.