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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
AZ,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.