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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.