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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.