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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Technova,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.