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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.