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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.