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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.