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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Wire,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.