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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.