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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.