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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
UT,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.