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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.