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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.