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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.