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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Move,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.