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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.